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Kolkata
those were Calcutta days
red was the colour of love
as it is still that of the communist
government there
and the colour of trams that
just stops in a muse anywhere
like an afternoon wind
turning its hues in our presence
we always looked left
and walked
and kissed
and kissed
and dreamt of the proletariat we would
paint red
one day
tram
 
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